I got to my first yoga class out of insistence from a friend, more than out of self-conviction. After trying jogging, aerobics, gym, and ending up bored and sore, I decided to give yoga a chance. While the teacher was talking to us about breathing and chanting “om”, I thought: what am I doing here?!
The first pose was downward facing dog. Although I had never done, or even seen this pose, my body seemed to recognize it. I got into it with ease, and it felt so good… like liberation, like a relief. My body seemed to be telling me: I have been waiting 25 years for you to do this!!
After the class, I felt wonderful. I had inhabited my body in a different way. It was a completely new sensation for me. My friend and I enthusiastically agreed to come back for the following class. My love story with yoga started since, and today, at 40 years of age, I am more in love than ever.
I started practicing with little consistency. In the beginning, it was just a great way to exercise. I found it a perfect combination that helped me stay healthy and made me feel good, it helped me stay fit, which satisfied my feminine vanity, and it also kept me in a good mood. Before or after class, students would gather ant talk about vegetarian recipes, reiki, and alternative medicine. I wasn´t interested and I even thought: I will never let those strange ideas get into my head. (!!)
As months went by I found more and more reason to attend my class. If I was absent for too long, my body and my mind demanded it. Suddenly the idea of chanting “om”, or letting my breath guide me through the movements, or observing my mind while lying down on the floor, didn’t seem so crazy. I stumbled upon a book called “Yoga for dummies” by Georg Feuerstein and Larry Pane. I could tell by the look of the photographs that it was an old book. It was written and designed in a simple and clear way that would not scare sceptics like me away. It talked about everything that lies beyond the beautiful yoga poses that seemed to be for dancers or contortionists. It was such an interesting book to me. Yoga made sense not only in my body but in my mind and my heart as well. Let’s not include the spirit just yet, I used to call myself an atheist, and I did not believe in spirits!